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Walking down the street, avoiding people as much as possible, Saskia felt like everyone knew her little secret. She felt like a whale already, despite only being a few weeks into the pregnancy. It felt like there was a massive neon sign above her head saying "I'm a slut, I'm pregnant and I don't remember the father".

She didn't even plan on returning home for a long time but she wanted to raise the baby somewhere familiar. She hoped she wouldn't bump into anyone she knew.

And that was when she saw Henry, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn't seen him since she'd skipped town after graduation, she wanted to keep in contact with him since if she was being honest, she was still head over heels in love with him. But she didn't. She wasn't even sure if he wanted to talk to her and after vanishing from the face of the Earth for almost two years, he surely wouldn't wanna talk now.

Praying he didn't see her, she dashed into a store and hid in one of the aisles.

Kyra took a deep breath as she walked with her Uncle back inside the keep. Her sister had been off doing something for her wedding, and although Kyra wasn't sure that was something she wanted to do, she was slightly jealous as she could often be of Rhaenyra. It helped to have Daemon there, being that he always showed her as much or more attention than her sister but it was childish of her to even care because with this marriage came responsibilities. It was something she dreaded more than anything else.

The two of them said very little till they'd made it to Maegor's Tower, the rooms of Princess Kyra and her staff. The king never came this way and even her step-mother hadn't been up the stairs since before she married the king, always preferring the company of her sister. Again, she was put second to her sister but she figured that was just part of what it was like to be the second.

Once they were completely alone, or at least as alone as Kyra had ever been with her guard stationed outside and the two of them in her room, she walked over to get her uncle a goblet of wine, handing it to him. "Uncle, did you ever wish you had the attention of those my father had? I feel so... I guess right now with the royal wedding... I feel so second and that's not something I'm used to feeling." She shook her head and sighed, "I'm being so rude. I'm sorry. How are you since the tragic death of Princess Rhea? I heard that she fell from her horse and hit her head on a stone."

“Excuse me.” Jenna said, not at all bothered by the other just showing up. It happened all the time, he was in and out of jail all the time so she got used to Digger just showing up. “What am I meant to do? Just sit around waiting for you. I have needs, I have wants!”

Theo hated these societal balls, the smell of alcohol and perfume was so overwhelming he felt like everyone in the room could see the disgust on his face.

Attending these balls was something he tried to avoid, but tonight he was forced to the ball by his mother. He was told that people were starting to talk about the fact he had only been to a couple of balls so far this season.

I need a drink. Theo thought to themselves as they approached a table which had glasses of champagne on them. As they grabbed a drink they looked up to see a few young ladies starting to approach him.

"Shit," Theo whispered aloud as he took a sip of his drink as the ladies got closer. "Ahh ladies, lovely to see you tonight, I am afraid I can't stay long as I have errands to run at home." He said as he started to back away from the group.

As he walked out of the room, Theo could feel several eyes tracked on him. This is my literal nightmare. He thought to himself as he found a side room to slip into.

He walked over to the window and looked out at the view. "What a peaceful night that has been ruined by all the snobs in high society." Theo said aloud as he thought he was the only one in the room. This fact happened to not be true, Theo wasn't the only one trying to hide away from all the noise and fuss of the ball, there was someone else in the room with him.

The more Eddie learned about Olivia, the more shit he wanted to do for her. The girl never had chicken nuggets before and now he'd just learned she'd never attended a Harvest Festival? Absolutely not. Not in his house! Eddie needed a wife that at the very least understood his love for all things spooky and with that came fall and autumn.

They got dressed for their evening out. Eddie was wearing black jeans, ripped at the knee, a black Metallica tshirt and his worn in, kind of faded, black leather jacket. Rings and chains as usual. As soon as he stepped out of the van, he walked over to the passenger's side to help Olivia down from the van and hold her hand. He knew she was shy and scared of her own shadow so he made it a point to hold her hand so she didn't feel alone.

"We don't have to do a haunted house but you have try the pumpkin spice latte and a piece of pumpkin pie." Olivia had married the Hawkins Pumpkin King.

It was like timing was on their side because it was the perfect evening for this kind of outing. The temperature was cool, but not freezing cold and the color of the sunset matched the colors of the leaves in the woods behind the event.

@brknmnds asked: “I don’t own you, you just belong to me.” - Walter to Izzy

"What an odd declaration of ownership," Isabelle muses as she props herself up on her elbows to look at him while she remains comfortable in bed, "Last I checked there's nothing that actually keeps us tied together. Isn't this just meant to be fun?"